Getting into the van last night, Ken says "Owen opened up a new can of your tennis balls because he liked to hear the way it sounded when the air came out of the can."
Me: Really? Seriously? Would you please tell them not to mess with my balls? BOYS! DO NOT MESS WITH MY BALLS AGAIN. :mad:
Then Owen, Shane AND Ken all start giggling. :rolleyes:
And the giggling and subsequent remarks continued on for at least another 10 minutes. :-|
Gah.
Boys. Sheesh.
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The other day I was teaching my GT Math class and these two boys were laughing so hard it was crazy! They were totally disturbing the rest of the class. Oh, and did I mention that one of those boys was MY SON? Yeah...so anyway, after an appropriate butt-chewing and separating the boys, I get in the car with MY SON. He says "Mom, I gotta tell you what made me and Hunter laugh so hard. He kept touching my notebook. I had my pencil pouch on there and he kept almost knocking it off. So I finally said 'Stop touching my junk!' and that just sounded so wrong. We couldn't help it."
Boys. Sheesh.
tee-hee. You said junk. ;)
Boys. Sheesh.
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